I SAT IN THE quiet and waited. The ugly paint job on the cinder blocks jogged a memory from years past. My old classroom. I"d sent the selfie to Ashley. But who knew what would happen, when he might come. And then what? I wasn"t ready to go back. Not yet. But not being in jail appealed to my comfort genes.
I SAT IN THEWhile I waited, the anticipation of leaving fought with the desire to stay. Not in a cell, but here, with people who had become friends, almost family. I thought about the difficult decisions made by the millions who had chosen to leave their homes over the centuries seeking a new life as immigrants to a new world, America and elsewhere. Funny, but I hadn"t thought those things when I had decided to end the Koppler conspiracy. I stepped through the portal from one world, exp
